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... next to her, why? Like a Reed, I fold but don't break Since these moments, nothing distresses me. Behind my misanthropic ... ... remind me your death But like a Reed, I fold but don't break The river that feeds me is only silence and ... ... moments nothing distresses me But like a Reed, I fold but don't break So nobody cares of... My doubts... My cries... ...

... to her, why? Like a Reed, I fold but don't break Since these moments, nothing distresses me. Behind ... ... me your death But like a Reed, I fold but don't break The river that feeds me is only silence ... ... nothing distresses me But like a Reed, I fold but don't break So nobody cares of... My doubts... ...

Oh Mr Reed, do you mind I didn't notice I could see, that you had both ... ... quite on the ground Oh Mr Reed, do you think I didn't see you Crying in the foyer, after midnight, ... ... fragile, I know know Oh Mr Reed, why did you start to look away I was asking a very important ... ... question, about your life Oh Mr Reed, you know I'm trying to explain, that there's Something, about you, I quite ...

Oh Mr Reed, do you mind I didn't notice I could see, that you had both ... ... quite on the ground Oh Mr Reed, do you think I didn't see you Crying in the foyer, after midnight, ... ... fragile, I know know Oh Mr Reed, why did you start to look away I was asking a very important ... ... question, about your life Oh Mr Reed, you know I'm trying to explain, that there's Something, about you, I quite ...

... do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. Well there's a few ... ... do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything And there's a few ... ... do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything And there's a few ...

... then I saw Lou I'm so mad at him. Lou Reed got married and didn't invite me. I mean is it because he thought I'd bring too many people. I don't get it. he could have at least called. I mean he's doing so great. ...

... song is a cover, originally written and performed by Lou Reed ) Waltzing Matilda looked at her wallet The sexy one smiled in dismay She pulled out four twenties 'Cause she liked round figures Everybody stay for a day ...

Oh! My love, my darling, I hunger for your touch, Alone. Lonely time. And time goes by, so slowly, And time can do so much, Are you still mine? I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me.

... we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin Hey Lou, "Is that you?" She said as we ... ... we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin I got cops on the cell I said I ... ... got a little story to tell Lou Reed is in the cow pen They said, Oh no! Not again! And we ... ... we swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin Cow tippin Cow tippin Cow tippin You really think ...

The man behind the grin, had a weapon known as sin and he called himself the Semi Great Predictor He would always try in vain to logically explain why Noah saved the Boa Constrictor now Noah seems to think as they slowly near the brink of embarking in a oversized outrigger

1969, Live version Here comes the ocean and the waves Down by the shore Here comes the ocean and the waves Dawn by the sea birthes a hollow hair Part of a figure head It nearly drive me crazy I am a lazy son My death would get things done Mostly they ho-ho-ho But here comes the waves Down by the shore Washing the eye of the land That has been Down by the sea, down by the sea Down by the sea, down by the sea Here comes the ocean and the waves Down by the shore Here comes the ocean and the waves Dawn by the sea Insects are evil thoughts Fought off by selfish men It nearly drives me crazy I am a lazy son I never get things done Mostly they ho-ho-holler But here comes the waves Down by the shore Washing the eye of the land That has been Dawn by the sea, ... Here comes,...

Ain't no need of sitting down thinking, baby, 'bout some of the things run 'cross my mind I was sitting down thinking, baby, 'bout some of the things run 'cross my mind Ain't no need to go fishing, baby, honey when you only take a line

... [From: Kent Johnson Subject: Re: "Hollow Reed" Prayer Date: 10 Feb 1999 22:57 Abdu'l - Baha is thought to ... ... to have said, "Make me a hollow Reed from which the pith of self Hath been blown so that I may ... ... Make me as a hollow Reed, that I may play and plant Thy seed. Rascal's closet may be lit, ... ... away from sill to sill. Hollow Reed, hollow Reed, hollow Reed, hollow Reed. Make me as a hollow ...

"Lou Reed" We were drivin through West Texas The land of beef ... ... swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin Hey Lou, "Is that you?" ... ... swear to God We saw Lou Reed cow tippin Cow tippin I got cops on the cell ... ... a little story to tell Lou Reed is in the cow pen They said, Oh no! Not again! ...

Young Reed southwest representa Philly philly philly I'm steppin up to the center With ... ... get my cheddar up Yeah itz Reed I'm in da game and I'm about to fuck it up U fuck ... ... yall can never get wit us Reed I'm da general raine he da captain With M.H.H kabooM! nigga watz happnin' ... ... intercom Ya not bustin Think Reed waz off hiz shit well I wasn't Ya group like one big pussy ...

... - Shel Silverstein Artist - Jerry Reed Now for my first impersonation friends I would like to do for you A simple lovin' family man with a simple attitude See him loved by friends and neighbors see the self - ...

If you've ever been mistreated, you know what I'm talkin' about If you ever been mistreated, you know what I'm talkin' about I worked five long years for one woman and the she had the nerve to put me out

Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son. Well, I'm not a man appointed judge To bear ill-will and hold a grudge

I ain't no Christian or no born again saint I ain't no cowboy or Marxist D.A. I ain't no criminal or Reverend Cripple from the right I am just your average guy, trying to do what's right I'm just your average guy, an average guy I am just an average guy, I'm just your average guy Average guy, I'm just your average guy I'm average looking and I'm average inside I'm an average lover and I live in an average place You wouldn't know me if you met me face to face I'm just your average guy, average guy Average guy, I'm just an average guy I worry about money and taxes and such I worry that my liver's big and it hurts to the touch I worry about my health and bowels And the crime waves in the street I'm really just your average guy Trying to stand on his own two feet I'm just your average guy, I'm just your average guy I'm just your average guy, average guy Average looks, average taste, average height An average waist, average in everything I do My temperature is 98.2 I'm just your average guy, an average guy, average guy I'm just an average guy, average guy I'm just your average guy , average

Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait Listening to the speakers they're talking about you Look at all the people all the people you know Sitting with my back straight it becomes hard to hear Some people are crying it becomes hard to hear I don't think you'd have liked it you would have made a joke You would have made it easier you'd say "tomorrow I'm smoke" Sitting on a hard chair how far we have come Trying hard to listen to your friends who have come Some of them are famous and some are just like me Trying hard to listen trying hard to see Sitting in a hard chair it's over time to stand Some people are crying I turn to grab your hand It's your daughter saying thank you You, you would have made a joke "Isn't this something," you say, "tomorrow I'm smoke"

Don't these city lights light these streets to life All these crazy nights bring us together Any rainy day, you can dance your blues away Don't these city lights bring us together Charlie Chaplin's cane, well it flicked away the rain Things weren't quite the same, after he came here But then when he left, upon our own request Things weren't quite the same, after he came here Don't these city lights bring the streets to life All these crazy nights bring us together Any rainy day you can dance your blues away Don't these city lights bring us together We're supposed to be a land of liberty And those city lights to blaze forever But that little tramp, ooh, on that street corner lamp When he left us, it's humor left for ever We're supposed to be a land of liberty And those city lights to blaze forever But that little tramp, leaning on that street corner lamp When he left us, it's humor left for ever Don't these city lights bring the streets to life All these crazy nights bring us together Any rainy day you can dance your blues away Don't these city lights bring us together

When you're growing up in a small town When you're growing up in a small town When you're growing up in a small town You say no one famous ever came from here When you're growing up in a small town and you're having a nervous breakdown and you think that you'll never escape it Yourself or the place that you live Where did Picasso come from There's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh If art is the tip of the iceberg I'm the part sinking below When you're growing up in a small town Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty People look at you funny When you're in a small town My father worked in construction It's not something for which I'm suited Oh, what is something for which you are suited ? Getting out of here I hate being odd in a small town If they stare let them stare in New York City As this pink eyed painting albino How far can my fantasy go ? I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh No adorable lisping Capote My hero, oh, do you think I could meet him ? I'd camp out at his front door There is only one good thing about small town There is only one good use for a small town There is only one good thing about small town You know that you want to get out When you're growing up in a small town You know you'll grow down in a small town There is only one good use for a small town You hate it and you'll know you have to leave

Starlight open wide, starlight open up you door This is New York calling with movies on the street Movies with real people, what you get is what you see Starlight open wide, Andy's Cecil B. DeMille Come on L.A. give us a call We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all Ingrid, Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane, and Eddie S. But you better call us soon before we talk ourselves to death Starlight open wide everybody is a star Split screen 8-hour movies, we've got color, we've got sound Won't you recognize us, we're everything you hate Andy loves old Hollywood movies, he'll scare you hypocrites to death You know that shooting up's for real That person who's screaming, that's the way he really feels We're all improvising, five movies in a week If Hollywood doesn't call us, we'll be sick Starlight open wide, do to movies what you did to art Can you see beauty in ugliness, or is it playing in the dirt There are stars out on the New York streets, we want to capture them on film But if no one wants to see them, we'll make another and another Starlight let us in that magic room We've all dreamt of Hollywood, it can't happen too soon Won't you give us a million dollars the rent is due And will give you 2 movies and a painting Starlight open wide !

I think images are worth repeating images repeated from a painting Images taken from a painting from a photo worth re-seeing I love images worth repeating project them upon the ceiling Multiply them with silk screening see them with a different feeling Images, oh, images Images, oh, images Some say images have no feeling I think there's a deeper meaning Mechanical precision or so it's seeming instigates a cooler feeling I love multiplicity of screenings things born anew display new meanings I think images are worth repeating and repeating and repeating Images, oh, images Images, images I'm no urban idiot savant spewing paint without any order I'm no sphinx, no mystery enigma what I paint is very ordinary I don't think I'm old or modern I don't think I think I'm thinking It doesn't matter what I'm thinking It's the images that are worth repeating Ah, repeating, images Images If you're looking for a deeper meaning I'm as deep as this high ceiling If you think technique is meaning you might find me very simple You might think that images boring Cars and cans and chairs and flowers You might find me personally boring Hammer, sickle, Mao Tse Tong Mao Tse Tong Images, images, images I think that it bears repeating the images upon the ceiling I love images worth repeating and repeating and repeating Images, images Oh, images, oh, images

Let me tell you bout a girl I know she's my baby and she lives next door Every morning when the sun comes up she puts my coffee in my favorite cup That's why I know yes I know hallelujah I just love her so

... John Kennedy Died Lyrics Artist ( Band ) :Lou Reed Review The Song ( 1 ) Print the Lyrics Complimentary "The Day John Kennedy Died" Ringtone I dreamed I was the president of these United States I dreamed I ...

Please Come over to 81st street I'm in the apartment above the bar You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subway and the tacky store with the mylar scarves My skin's as pale as outdoors moon my hair's silver like a Tiffany watch I like lots of people around me but don't kiss hello and please don't touch It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me The way to make friends Andy is invite them up for tea Open house, open house I've got a lot of cats, here's my favorite she's lady called Sam I made a paper doll of her, you can have it That's what I did when I had St.Vitus dance It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me Give people little presents so they remember me Open house, open house Someone bring the vegetables someone please bring heat My mother showed up yesterday we need something to eat I think I got a job today they want me to draw shoes The ones I drew were old and used, they told me to draw something new Open house, open house Fly me to the moon fly me to a star But there are no stars in the New York sky they're all on the ground You scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paint I drew 550 different shoes today, it almost made me faint Open house, open house Open house, open house

Valerie Solanis took the elevator got off at the 4th floor Valerie Solanis took the elevator got off at the 4th floor She pointed the gun at Andy saying you cannot control me anymore I believe there's got to be some retribution I believe an eye for an eye is elemental I believe that something's wrong if she's alive right now Valerie Solanis took three steps pointing at the floor Valerie Solanis waved her gun pointing at the floor From inside her idiot madness spoke and bang, Andy fell onto the floor I believe life's serious enough for retribution I believe being sick is no excuse and I believe I would've pulled the switch on her myself When they got him to the hospital his pulse was gone they thought that he was dead His guts were pouring from his wounds onto the floor they thought that he was dead Not until years later would the hospital do to him what she could not, what she could not "Where were you, you didn't come to see me" Andy said, "I think I died, why didn't you come to see me" Andy said, "it hurt so much, they took blood from my hand" I believe there's got to be some retribution I believe there's got to be some retribution I believe we are all the poorer for it now Visit me, visit me Visit me, visit me Visit me, why didn't you visit me Visit me, why didn't you visit me Visit me, visit me Visit me, why didn't you visit me

It was a very cold clear fall night. I had a terrible dream the other night. Billy Name and Brigid were playingunder my stair case on the secaond floor about two o'clock in the morning I woke up because Amos and Archie had started barking. That made me very angry because I wasn't feeling well and I told them. I was very cross the real me, that they just better remenber waht happened to Sam the Bad Cat that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven. It was a very cold clear fall night. Some snowfalkes were falling, gee it was so beautiful, and so I went to get my camera to take some pictures. And then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how to get it set but oh it was late and then I remembered they were still probably at dinner and anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody anyway but the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking and I really wanted to hold them. And that's when I heard the voices from down the hall near the stairs. So I got a flashlight and I was scared and I went out into the hallway. There's been all kinds of troubles lately in the neighborhood and someone's got to bring home the bacon and anyway there were Brigid and Billy playing. And under the stair case was a little meadow sort of like the park at 23rd street where all the young kids go and play frisbee, gee that must be fun, maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine, butthey'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell, but I'll just hold my ground this time, I mean it's my magazine isn't it? So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell and I heard those voices having so much fun. Gee it would be so great to have some f

Train entering the city I lost myself and never come back Took a trip around the world, and never came back Black silhouettes, crisscrossed tracks, never came back Forever changed [x2] You might think I'm frivolous, uncaring and cold You might think I'm frivolous, depends on your point of view Society andy, who paints and records them The high and the low, never turn back Forever changed [x4] Got to get to the city, get a job Got to get some work, to see me through My old life's behind, I see you quickly receding My life's disappearing, disappearing from view Hong Kong, and I was changed Burma and Thailand, and I was changed A few good friends, to see me through Henry and Brigid, to see me through Only art, to see me through Only heart, to see me through My old life's disappearing, just feelin' from view Forever changed [x2] I was, forever changed

Some young strappin' boy stepped on her little halo & filled her up with joy. Six weeks later she got the news, the child was carrying a child, It gave her mama the blues. & she said, Why oh lord oh why me?

You've got the money, I've got the time You want your freedom, make your freedom mine 'Cause I've got the style it takes And money is all that it takes You've got connections, I've got the art You like my attention and I like your looks And I have the style it takes And you know the people it takes Why don't you sit right over there, we'll do a movie portrait I'll turn the camera on and I won't even be there A portrait that moves, you look great I think I'll put the Empire State Building on your wall For 24 hours glowing on your wall Watch the sun rise above it in your room Wallpaper art, a great view I've got a Brillo box and I say it's art It's the same one you can buy at any supermarket 'Cause I've got the style it takes And you've got the people it takes This is a rock group called The Velvet Underground I show movies on them, do you like their sound 'Cause they have a style that grates And I have art to make Let's do a movie here next week We don't have sound but you're so great You don't have to speak You've got the style it takes, Kiss You've got the style it takes, Eat You've got the style it takes, Couch You've got the style it takes, Kiss

The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree That's all he sees, he paints a tree The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic The trouble with impressionist is [x4] The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck The trouble with personalities is [x4] I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains I like their lack of training, their primitive technique I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool The trouble with classicists is [x4]

Faces and names, I wish they were the same Faces and names only cause trouble for me Faces and names If we all looked the same and we all had the same name I wouldn't be jealous of you or you jealous of me Faces and names I always fall in love with someone who looks the way I wish that I could be I'm always staring at someone who hurts And the one they hurt is me Faces and names, to me they're all the same If I looked like you and you looked like me There'd be less trouble you see Faces and names, I wish they'd go away I'd disappear into that wall and never talk Faces and names I wish I was a robot or a machine Without a feeling or a thought People who want to meet the name I have Are always disappointed when they meet me Faces and names, I wish they were the same Faces and names only cause problems for me Faces and names I'd rather be a hole in the wall, looking out on the other side I'd rather look and listen, listen and not talk To faces and names If I had a breakdown when I was a kid I lost my hair when I was young If you dress older when you're not As your really age you look the same If we all looked the same, we wouldn't play these games Me dressing for you and you dressing for me Undressing for me Faces and names, if they all were the same You wouldn't be jealous of me or me jealous of you Me jealous of you, me jealous of you Your face and your name, your face and your name Faces and names, faces and names

It wasn't me who shamed you, it's not fair to say that You wanted to work I gave you a chance at that It wasn't me who hurt you, that's more credit that I'm worth Don't threaten me with the things you'll do to you It wasn't me who shamed you, it wasn't me who brought you down You did it to yourself without any help from me It wasn't me who hurt you, I showed you possibilities The problems you had were there before you met me I didn't say this had to be You can't blame these things on me It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me I know she's dead, it wasn't me It wasn't me who changed you, you did it to yourself I'm not an excuse for the hole you dropped in I'm not simple minded but I'm not father to you at all Death exists but you do things to yourself I never said give up control I never said stick a needle in your arm and die It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me I know she's dead but it wasn't me It wasn't me who shamed you, who covered you with mud You did it to yourself without any help from me You act as I could've told you or stopped you like some god But people never listen and you know that that's a fact I never said slit your wrists and die I never said throw your life away It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me You're killing yourself, you can't blame me

I really care a lot although I look like I do not Since I was shot there's nobody but you I know I look blase (* accented on "e") party Andy's what the papers say At dinner I'm the one who pays for a nobody like you Nobody but you, a nobody like you Since I got shot, there's nobody but you Won't you decorate my house I'll sit there quiet as a mouse You know me I like to look a lot at nobody like you I'll hold your hand and slap my face I'll tickle you to your disgrace Won't you put me in my proper place a nobody like you Sundays I pray a lot I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock I want to be what I am not for a nobody like you The bullet split my spleen and lung the doctors said I was gone Inside I've got some shattered bone for nobody but you Nobody but you, a nobody like you Shattered bone, for nobody but you I'm still not sure I didn't die and if I'm dreaming I still have bad pains inside I know I'll never be a bride to nobody like you I wish I had a stronger chin my skin was good, my nose was thin This is no movie I'd ask to be in with a nobody like you Nobody like you, a nobody like you All my life It's been nobodies like you

Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a while I wished I talked to you more when you were alive I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy Hello it's me I really miss you, I really miss your mind I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint But when I saw you last, I turned away When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room You asked me for some speed, I though it was for you I'm sorry that I doubted your good heart Things always seem to end before they start Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you Hello it's me "Pop goes pop artist," the headline said "Is shooting a put-on, is Warhol really dead ?" You get less time for stealing a car I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar They really hated you, now all that's changed But I have some resentments that can never be unmade You hit me where it hurt I didn't laugh Your Diaries are not a worthy epitaph Oh well now Andy, guess we've got to go I hope some way somehow you like this little show I know it's late in coming but it's the only way I know Hello it's me, goodnight Andy Goodbye, Andy

Artist: Webb Wilder Title: Jimmy Reed Is the King of Rock and Roll - - - ... ... Your heart is yearnin' Jimmy Reed is the king of rock and roll Jimmy Reed is the king of ... ... king of rock and roll Jimmy Reed is the king of rock and roll Down to Ottumwa, up in ... ... passing, the hours passing Jimmy Reed is the king of rock and roll Jimmy Reed is the king of ...